The sound of motors and struggle grew louder
I knew it was coming and the reason for its inevitability
Still my heart’s thud grew louder in the chamber created by my AirPods
The river seemed quieter despite the grinding noise
The egrets left
The turtles dispersed
The fishermen are sparse
The summer sun will prove itself by making us lament the lack of shade
I guided the dog around the trucks and past them, looked back
My favorite tree tunnel being dismantled, branch by branch
The man smiled at me and offered, you don’t want a New Orleans to happen do you?
He looked down apologetic.
He said its hard cutting down these old oaks
Its hard watching you do it, I thought
The river still flows
Our world is changing and the threat is increasing
We can’t take the chance, prepare
The river is angry and so am I.
I’m just not sure at who, the government for protecting us, or us for ignoring pachamama